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tantrum t.a. – kop killa bullets lyrics

[intro: dj cheddar] yo it’s on m-th-f-ckas
we ain’t bullsh-ttin’ on this one
big shoutout to apollo (dj cheddar!)

[chorus: apollo] if it’s on then it’s on tonight
if gettin’ my thug on is wrong i don’t wanna be right
10/22 rifle with the cop k!ller bullets
y’all got me f-cked up, i ain’t with that bullsh-t
if it’s on then it’s on tonight
if gettin’ my thug on is wrong i don’t wanna be right
10/22 rifle with the cop k!ller bullets
y’all got me f-cked up, i ain’t with that bullsh-t

[verse 1: apollo] inglewood we control it, hold it
this n-gg- might be the police i don’t know him
fake homies tellin’ on n-gg-s to the feds man
call me smucker’s ’cause i’m on my m-th-f-ckin’ bread man
studio gangsters, they need to buy a s-x change
’cause they all p-ssy, slandering real n-gg-‘s name
trickers playin’ coldly, p-ssy just dig ya grave
‘fore i act a fool, off tanqueray and lemonade
in a raid i’ma try to take out the swat team
my eyes are bloodshot, i don’t need no visine
you wouldn’t believe all the k!llin’ that i’ve seen
i mean that my eyes seen this money’s enticing
it make you wanna try things like a home invasion
hogtie a rich white guy for his paper
breaker breaker one two, mic check in this b-tch
recognize who i am i got respect in this b-tch

[verse 2: t.a.] it’s an untold saga on these inglewood streets
you can tell by the stigmatas on the bottoms of my feet
from the top to the bottoms
the pains of distress is so easily forgotten
this needs to be addressed
i speak for the rest, i bleed for the west
i speak for the rest, i bleed for the west
i speak for the rest, i bleed for the west
red rag hangin’ out my jeans with a tec
police got the heat with the beams on my neck
expect me to respect when y’all seek to arrest
whether you blue or red, the truth is impaired
that the real enemy is the dudes with the badge
shoot them instead, rugers filled with lead
uzi full of lugers, i’ma toot her at the feds
i scream free arbor black
throw my 4’z in the air, where the arbors at (4’z)
put a part in ya scalp i gotta barber gat (ugh)
kop k!lla bullets through ya starter cap, give you a heart attack

- tantrum t a lyrics

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